Chapter Three: The Bears Carry My Throne

Every new short contract from Obsidian publicly declared willingness to bear greater risk without paying an authentic sacrifice. The firm drove “promised” toward the sky while ordinary people's choices anchored “paid,” one irreversible loss at a time. The honesty gap was no longer a bubble. It had become a debt collector hunting lies. At 11:57, each Memory Coin passed one billion yuan. Obsidian's margin neared exhaustion. For the first time, Zhou's expression changed. “Halt trading!” “The exchanges belong to you,” Lin said. “Wallet Zero doesn't.” The platforms cut their price feeds. The wallet quote continued rising on the stream.